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He picked it up and read it, his bewilderment growing with every line. "No! This has to be a lie! This can't be real!" he shouted. "No, it's real. I've known for years. I just never told you," I replied. The report confirmed that Frank had azoospermia. I had learned long ago that he was infertile, but I knew he would never be able to accept the truth. That was why I let him believe I was the only reason we could not have children. I had always thought I would take that secret to my grave. I guessed the universe had other plans.

“Because it looks exactly like my boyfriend fucking his secretary in the office I helped him build.” “Baby, listen to me—” “Don’t call me that!” The entire office fell silent. My chest burned violently as tears filled my eyes. I looked around the office slowly. The expensive furniture. The luxury decorations. Everything my money had helped create. Everything I sacrificed for. For him. “You said you loved me,” I whispered. Stephen moved closer desperately. “I do love you.” I looked at him in disbelief. “You love me?” I repeated softly. “You love me while sleeping with another woman?”

She had thrown the cucumber away, spread her legs, and I had walked in on the result. Then she confessed to me that this wasn't the first time she had been unfaithful. Her first was when we were on our honeymoon. I had gone out to see about renting a car and while I was gone she fucked the room service waiter. Before we'd left she'd had the bellboy, the bell captain, the waiter twice more and one cab driver in the back seat of his cab. Since moving into the house she had fucked the cable installer, the telephone installer, the mailman (every day for the last week) and the newspaper boy. This last worried me the most since I wasn't sure of his age and she could go to jail over that. As I list

She noticed. A faint smile curved on her lips. Then she adjusted her bra and reached for a towel, cleaning her hands slowly, deliberately. “What are you staring at, Clara?” Her voice carried a teasing edge, her eyes glinting as she watched me. “Uh… no… nothing.” The words stumbled out as I quickly looked away, biting my lip harder. I could almost taste blood. Mr. Jaden’s wife was so beautiful… how could he cheat on her? “I know you fuck my husband.” The words dropped casually, but my body reacted instantly, my mouth parting in shock.

A hint of provocation flickered in his gaze as he continued, "Do you know that she wants to get a divorce from you? Don't you have anything to say about that?" Rafael took a deep breath. "If anyone should have something to say, it's the two of you. You're the one who fell in love with my wife. She was merely seduced by you. "With so many temptations out there, it's only natural that she gave in. Cheaters like you are the ones who deserve the blame. I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I be the one explaining myself?" he questioned. Silence fell over us. As expected, the only way to deal with this was to fight fire with fire.

The sight of him cheating on me turns me on so badly which I can't explain as I slipped my hand under my skirt without thinking as my fingers brushed my panties which were already soaked. I bite my lips while circling my clit slowly matching to the rhythm of his thrusts. “This is so insane and I still can't believe that I'm getting off on my husbands infidelity?” I said. Jim flips her over while spreading her legs wide as he hooked them over his shoulders. “Look at me while I fill you up,” he demanded slamming back in. He kept bouncing on each other while her nails racked his back. “Jim, oh fuck you are so big and I want you to ruin pussy!”

The books tremble. "It wasn't only with her that I slept! It's… it's with all of them! You want the truth? THE TRUTH, TARA?!" His voice explodes, a hysterical mix of defiance and panic. "I slept with all those women, but it was before our marriage! Or almost. Valentina, last year, after the auction! Nyah, in the elevator of your building, on opening day! Even Helena, ages ago, before you ever met her! They're all mine, in one way or another! You live in a world I painted in my colors, populated with women who carry my secret!"

He’d moved in six months ago after Mom accepted his proposal, and from the first night I’d caught him watching me across the dinner table—eyes lingering on the curve of my throat when I swallowed wine, on the way my tank top clung when I leaned forward—I’d known we were already in trouble. I told myself it was nothing. A harmless fantasy. But fantasies don’t leave you soaked and aching at three a.m. Fantasies don’t make you slip out of bed at dawn on your wedding morning, barefoot and wearing only the thin silk camisole and boy shorts you’d planned to wear under your dress later.

A silver Luna shawl was draped over my shoulders, and oath-fire blazed against the night sky. However, the ceremony was cut short by a witch's prophecy. "Six years from now, your Alpha will betray you!" Back then, I laughed it off. I believed love was a matter of choice, not fate. Now, on the very day I discovered I was carrying his pup, I found that box at our doorstop, proving his infidelity. Troy's worried voice pulled me back from the memories. "What's wrong, babe? You look pale." I looked into his eyes, so full of warmth and devotion, but the air around me still felt suffocating. I forced a smile.

“W… what?”, he stuttered as I put the phone on speaker. “Don’t touch dare act oblivious, Amelia told me about it, you’ve been fucking her all the while we were dating? How could you, and you knew she was my friend, I’m here being faithful and you’re out there fucking everyone? Having sneaky links really? And you thought I wasn’t going to find out?”, I screamed at him. “Ava I’m sorry it was just a one time thing i-“